Holy Homicide

Only sustain memories cause all my friends died,

shot bullets then drugs both label a bad guy.

Strain to hold back tears but  pain has arrived.

Since the good die young, I’ve managed to survive.

I should suicide myself and leave on my own terms.

But I never did like the way a razor blade burns.

Soldiers die lonely don’t mistake pain with pride,  

Point the needle in my arm and inject my holy homicide.

Comfortably Numb

Reminiscing on the past has me wishing for a restart.

Tweaking tales of a lost love that separated a man apart.

The dos and dont's of a twisted street life that broke a home,

To a family so selfish and drugged up they left a soldier all alone.

Left behind so compassion is a word I no longer comprehend,

Cursed with a blessing but I betrayed myself like a needle full of heroine.

No stress when the needle touches skin, just a thought that I'll never do this again,

I've become comfortably numb or maybe I'm just comfortable, injecting my poison.

Posed to Shoot Love

Fuck the world it broke my heart but people posed to love,
sanity slipping while crystals sparkle, poisoning my blood.
Cried a couple tattoo tears life taught more then enough.
Everyday is full of pain but I dream a day that I'm free of.

Few if any glory days when you grown out the gutter,
mother and fathers addictions taught me how to struggle.
No time for feelings, emotions make weakness visible,
Live by the moment becomes victory in the eyes of a criminal.

Search for sunshine but rewarded with struggles,
strangled by stress and suffocated by troubles.
They stole my freedom even if you see no bars.
I point my pistol towards noon and shoot my mind into the stars.